Scared, terrified even, of moving towards what we feel it’s right. Frozen in the fortress of our mind being the witness to the constant clashing between our desire and our conscious inhibition. We stop in the time of our thoughts, paralyzed, giving up to our everlasting fear without trying on our most precious and concealed ideas. We give up thinking of the predatory darkness of the corrupted idea of failure. Destroying and erasing from our existence the every possibility we could have built. Obliterating whatever we could have accomplished before ever building it.
Suddenly, we see a silhouette of what it could have been. A none existent reflection of what can never be. A path we never took and we could have. It may not have ended up like that but now, we’ll never know. Now we can’t believe the regret we feel for never reaching up to it. For giving up on what we could’ve accomplished and never gave it a chance. It’s on our mind the constant thinking of what could have been.
The angst of rejection and isolation breaking us apart and swallowing us up into hopelessness. Allowing our minds to wander into constant irrelevant comparisons to people we don’t know and pouring on ourselves the idea of not being enough. We allow our most invaluable resource to flow right through our hands and allow our possible aspirations to rot away with it.
We commit the most lethal action to our potential by not working hard and believing in it. We cause the withering of one of the defining factors of our conscious self, our very own persona. We shackle the expansive domain of our minds and we condemn any subsequent ideas to the fate of eternal darkness. They never stood a chance against such a jury and, they never will. Give it a chance to stand its case, for you might regret it later. You might be condemning an innocent without any fault.
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